The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-06-12
AGNES.
BY HENRY H. INGRAM.
ICopuri1hted. ISL


hated accounts, and my delight can be
understood when l was officially notified
one morning by my firm that had been
placed upon the road; in other words, had
been made a drummer. Fortune seemed
patting me on the back when | was told
that my outlined route passed through
Nashville, Tenn, and included stay of a
week in that city. In Nashville my college
chum, Bob Severn, had established him
self and office. We had been the David
and Jonathan of our class, and had not
met for year. l listened attentively to
instructions which mingled themselves
with mental panorama of Bobs hearty
greeting.
A few days later and the instructions were
being followed TO the letter, and Bobs hand
clasped mine, and Bob's voice was CHEEKY in
my ear.
This was but few years after the war Of
secession Nashville had recovered from its
effects with surprising elasticity, and public
works were rapidly progressing. After
comfortable dinner and talk of old times
Bob proposed walk to see the new Suspen-
sion Bridge, then the pride of the city,
though / am told the growth of the place
has since necessitated another and larger
structure We passed the public square
with the market and dingy court house in
the centre, passed the historic scene of the
jackson and Benton rencounter, descended
a slight slope to the bridge. and looked from
its railing to the Cumberland flowing below.
Bob called upon me to note its dizzy towers
and the long graceful curves of the immense
wire cables as they swung from the high
piers, like slack rope, to within foot of
the floor; | remember that we noted the
diameter as being not less than eight or
nine inches.
The bridge connected the city ''bristling
with brick blocks with the Countrywide
suburb of Edgefield, village of trees, en-
bowered homes, ideal retreat of luxurious
ease, comfort and taste.
We sauntered on toward the Edgefleld
- and fell again into college chat. As we
&assed round the cornor OF q pier we came
out face to face with line Of vehicles pass
ing on to the central roadway.
Glancing along the slowly moving line,
Esy eve was suddenly arrested, and an I'M
conscious exclamation passed my lips.
Seated in an elegant landau with top thrown
back was lady with the most strangely
and perfectly beautiful face had ever seen.
Its beauty was indeed perfect. IL was as il
the Venus Of Milo had become animated
and flushed with a rich, yet delicate sweep
of color through her veins and had been
arrayed in stylish but quiet dress of perfect
fit and fautless fashion. The chief beauty
of the face was in the full, deep, fathomless
brown eyes. over which arched brow deli
cate yet distinct as If penciled in India ink.
The mouth and smooth fair chin that melted
into an ideal column of neck and throat had
an expression of sweet strength and much
of character. 1t was not the beauty OF girl
hood, but the perfected blossom of woman
in the full maturity of her charms The
beauty was strange for crowning this fair,
unwrinkled brow, fresh young complexion
and perfect face was a wealth OF waVy
snow-white hair Braids of silvery gleam-
ing were but half concealed by the tasteful
bonnet. BY her side SAB boy OF q, in whose
face was n likeness, yet a difference, with
curls of chestnut brown clustering around a
full white forehead.